[Not that he thinks Mr. White's serious about this. It's the liquor talking. And speaking of that, Jesse brings the bottle forward for another refill.]
I got the money. Once we find a place, we could just stay there.
[Jesse has no idea, honestly. He managed to go almost a full year without drawing any attention to himself. Try some subtlety and patience, Mr. White???]
Nothing's blown yet. We'll take care of Chilton and everything'll be fine.
[As it happens, Jesse's not easily scared off by monsters, so he's not moved by that. He lays his hand on Walt's shoulder, massaging gently - the way Walt always does for him when he needs comfort.]
[ The tension leaves his arm a little bit after Jesse's touch. Walt sets the half-empty glass on the nightstand and pulls up the covers, grimacing a little as he wedges his way under them. ]
[Jesse reaches to take Walt's glasses and set them on the nightstand.]
You haven't seen half the shit I lived through. Trust me, I can take whatever this bitch throws at me. I might not be immortal, but I ain't found something that'll kill me yet.
[It doesn't feel like a choice. It feels like a hard-won battle. Mr. White's the only one who can control Jesse's natural psychosis, the only one capable of talking sense into him when he's waving a gun around, chasing after invisible enemies over imagined slights. That he can function so well now, blend in with normal people, is entirely because of Mr. White's guidance. No one in Jesse's life has been able to do this much for him.
But he doesn't really know how to express any of that. He just gives Walt's shoulder one last squeeze and draws away.]
[ Walt is already on the cusp of sleep as Jesse's telling him to rest. A little liquor persuasion in combination to the physical exhaustion meant he had no chance of fighting it off. But after Jesse announces that he'll be right outside, Walt mumbles sleepily in response: ]
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[ He takes Jesse's pillow -- adjusting it so he could lean back against it. ]
I can come over more often if you'd like?
[ Every day until Chilton is dead. ]
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If you wanna. If you ain't too busy.
[Please stay and never leave, ever.]
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[ And drink. ]
It wouldn't be any problem. Honestly, I should have been doing it from the start.
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[ Walt draws in a breath and slowly finishes off his glass. ]
I wish we could just run away. Run away from all of this. Just you and me -- not a care in the world.
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[Not that he thinks Mr. White's serious about this. It's the liquor talking. And speaking of that, Jesse brings the bottle forward for another refill.]
I got the money. Once we find a place, we could just stay there.
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[ He closes his eyes. ]
I thought we could have that here. It was supposed to be a second chance. How did it all get so screwed up?
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Nothing's blown yet. We'll take care of Chilton and everything'll be fine.
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[ Walt takes a drink. ]
A monster.
[ ....and so is Walt. ]
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Just be safe, Jesse. That's all I ask.
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Nothing can hurt me, Mr. White.
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[ Walt mumbles, taking off his glasses. ]
No one is.
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You haven't seen half the shit I lived through. Trust me, I can take whatever this bitch throws at me. I might not be immortal, but I ain't found something that'll kill me yet.
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[ He closes his eyes, nestling his head into the pillow. ]
He knows that.
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Well, it's not impossible to get through to you. I managed it somehow. I used to think it was when you were in my class, however.
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[And it wasn't easy work. Even Jesse knows that.]
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[ Walt closes his eyes. In spite of how awful the situation is or how dire -- he's so tired from it. ]
You made the choice to listen to me, and I couldn't be more grateful.
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But he doesn't really know how to express any of that. He just gives Walt's shoulder one last squeeze and draws away.]
Get some sleep. I'll be right outside.
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Goodnight, son...
[ And he's out. ]